Ice, ice, baby...
Watching the Colorado Avalanche hoist the toughest trophy to conquer in all of sports for their third such victory in franchise history, it offered chance for this one time sports editor and radio guy to reflect on the hard earned respect the NHL has won from me over the years. For clarification, I've always loved hockey. From the moment I pretended to have ice skates on a frozen pond, sliding around and hitting a tennis ball with a neighbor's hockey stick, it was frozen joy any winter I got to 'play' with anyone who was brave enough to get out on the ice with other kids armed with sticks. I was only 14 when I saw the tape delayed epic Miracle on Ice when the USA vanquished the Red Army on skates for Olympic glory in February of 1980. I was grateful to witness one of those sports David and Goliath moment that stick with you forever. Those happy moments aside, my relationship with the NHL was, to put it in modern social media vernacular, complicated. Living in Denver at ...